A Good Boy in Disguise

Going Back

Cat POV

Harry had pulled into a local pub, it was around 11am so they were still serving breakfast. We walked in and we were seating immediately. Harry had requested a booth in the back. Great, hidden and alone with Harry. The hostess was definitely trying to flirt with Harry but he gave her absolutely no attention.

"You're waitress will be right with you." She walked away, definitely trying to make her butt look good while she walked. She just looked stupid. The booth we sat in was in the back corner. It was circular so Harry and I sat towards the middle. He had his arm around the back of the booth while seeing what he wanted.

I wanted waffles and potatoes. Harry didn't speak, just looked over the menu. I didn't feel comfortable being this close to him. Yesterday was horrible. I really thought he was going to shoot me then and there. This whole time he's put on a front, pretending he cares about me when really, he's just keeping me captive. I started to scoot farther away and I felt a hand go to my leg. I stopped, pretending to still look at the menu.

"Hi my name is Jen, I'll be your waitress today." The waitress was a little taller than me, she definitely had more curves and her cleavage was almost impossible to ignore. She had red hair, it was natural so it wasn't a failed, box dye, red. She had a shit ton of makeup on. It definitely wasn't flattering, she could use a tutorial or two.

"I'll have a pepsi." Harry spoke, thats the most he's said all day.

"Is that all handsome?" She leaned forward slightly trying to show more cleavage, anymore and her entire boobs would be out. Harry put his arm around me.

"Yeah." He grabbed his phone and slide out of the booth.

"And you?" She was clearly irritated that Harry wasn't giving her the time of day.

"Just some waffles and potatoes." She put her pen in her ear and notepad in her apron.

"So whats a hot guy like him doing with you?" She asked.

"Excuse me?" I slide my menu across the table.

"Well, you look like a prude, why would he be with you." I slide out of the booth. "Come again?"

"Come on, how old are you? 15? He should be with a real women. What his name anyway?"

The anger from Harry was still boiling inside and she was going to make me explode.

"Whatever." She rolled her eyes and went to walk past me. I stuck my foot out and she tripped. I took that as my chance. I jumped on top of her and grabbed a fist full of her red hair. I slammed her head on the ground. She was trying to scratch my face. I threw a punch and felt arms come around my waist. I was being lifted off her. I tried to pry their hands off my body, I felt familiar rings and knew who was grabbing me.

"Let me go Harry!" I screamed and trying fighting my way out of his grasp. He grabbed my legs and was now carrying me bridal style out of the restaurant. He held me extremely tight and close to his body so I couldn't move. I still tried though. He set me down outside of the restaurant.

"What the hell was that Catherine!" He was pissed. Lighting a cigarette and taking a long drag.

"She fucking deserved it and if you hadn't been captain save-a-hoe, she'd had gotten her hair ripped out." I pushed him, he didn't budge.
"I want to go home now. Back to my apartment. Back to school. Back to my life. I want to be nowhere near you."
I walked away and went to wait by the car. Harry walked inside and came out moments later. He had a bag and a to-go cup. He unlocked the car and I climbed in, grabbing headphones from my backpack.  I out my headphones in and played my music. I didn't want to hear Harry even breathing. I turned my music on full volume. Harry climbed in the car and sat the bag on my lap. Whatever was in it was warm. I looked him but he wasn't paying attention. I reached in the bag to find a styrofoam box. I opened it and to my surprise, my waffles and potatoes. I mentally cursed him for being kind to me when I was pissed.